Call for submissions!

So, I'm going to start this new website and hopefully, eventually, a literary magazine. What it will be is a literary magazine (for now online) geared toward young adults (think 13-24ish) focused on activism. But, before I can really start it I need submissions! It can be anything. Songs, art, poems, photographs, short stories.... you get the point. The only thing I ask is that it be appropriate, it be about some problem in the world that needs awareness or we can do something about (think poverty, autism, cancer, etc.) and that I am allowed to edit literature(although I won't publish edited content w/o them approving the edit first). I would really appreciate it if you could submit something! After I get enough submissions I will start up the webpage using wordpress and send you a link . You can submit either to my email: kaimartin93@gmail.com or on here!

Young Hearts


Do not let anyone look down on you
 because you are young.
Let hope and imagination
guide your actions.
While you are young,
you have dreams of making the world
a better place.
Don't ever let that go.
You have the power, now.
Young one, you do not have to
wait.

When you are grown,
you do not have to stop.
Be always beautiful and young
in your heart.
Be always imaginative and hopeful.
Lack of which will
harden your heart and
destroy your power
to change
whats
around
you.

Forever

Things come as they may,
Things come as they might.
Even if the end comes one day,
I know we're not going down without a fight.
No matter what may come our way,
My love for you will always be right.

If fate, it should seem
has something else in store
I'll forever cherish you in my dreams.
But, I can promise you nothing more.

Whether the fire will blaze bright
Or if it will dwindle,
all depends on if its left alone in the night
or if its kindled.

As for me,
My hearts set on the latter.
Who knows what could be
With two as mad as a hatter.

Mirror, Mirror

I wrote this awhile ago, but thought I'd share here. Enjoy. :) 


You look at me
and what do you see?
The spitting image of
who you want to be.

With my dark hair, light skin
and happy go lucky attitude.

I look at you
and what do you see?
The spitting image of who I want to be.

With your light hair, dark skin
and fearless attitude.

They look at us
and what do they see?
The spitting image
of who they want to be.

With our goofy smiles
and carefree personalities.

Look at us
always wanting to be
something different than
what we look in the mirror and see.

Waiting on a Moment

Yea, its cheesy.  Yea, its unedited. But, it went through my head during class and I had to get it out. Enjoy <3


Look me in the eyes,
lean in close.
Feel that catch or breath
and the butterflies rise in your stomach
all the way up to your
constricted chest.

Let your lips
devour mine as if
they were something sweet.
And you just can't seem
to get enough.

Wrap your arms around my waist,
and I'll wrap mine around your neck..
Let everything just fade away as we
explore a new world
in each others
lustful embrace.

It Don't Mean a Thing If It Ain't Got That Swing

We had to write about what we loved in my Writing as Critical Thinking class. I chose to write about swing dancing... keep in mind this is unedited so there may or may not be some grammar mistakes. :)

I love swing dancing. Now, this is a recent love and addiction of mine, we have not been close for very long. Before I get too excited, let me recall my first encounter with swing dancing. I had taken a 2 hour swing dancing workshop at an International Thespian Conference. I absolutely loved swing but, it only lasted for a couple hours that one day. After that our love faded a bit. I did not have the time or opportunity to swing dance. Our real relationship started a little less than a month ago. I walked down the sidewalk and I looked by my feet to chalk that proclaimed “FREE SWING DANCING LESSONS!” This immediately sparked an interest not only in my head, but in my heart. I was so excited for the first lesson that I nearly skipped all the way from West Campus Suites to the Pershing building. The first lesson was fairly simple and The University Swingers taught us the basic step: “triple step, triple step, rock step.” The Swingers also taught us some fun ways to alter that move and make it more interesting such as the “arch out” and “cradle”. After that one lesson, the second swing dancing lesson of my entire life, I was hooked. I am not really sure how to explain our love other than to say, it was instant. Not only do I love the swing style of music like the Big Band Jazz music, I also love the classiness of it. I've always wanted to travel back in time to the 1940's and this is my momentary escape to that era. Swing dancing allows me to forget about all of my cares and problems of the world and focus on the music and the steps. When I am swing dancing, every Wednesday and Saturday, something takes over. Something more than me. Swing dancing for me is a freeing experience. This love of mine has also taught me that I have to make time for the things that I love. I am excited to continue this love affair and learn even more invaluable lessons, while of course having the time of my life.  

Poetic Relationship

Poetic relationship
One, two, three.
You call me beautiful,
 as you sip your tea.

You are incredibly sweet
yet I find myself fighting the urge to flee.
Finding it arduous to become too devoted
So emotionally branding was he.

The hours spent with you
momentarily filled my spirit with glee.
Though when you leave,
Mystification is all that resides in me.

Though timid to start anew,
This is what I see...
An extensive affair,
and maybe one day, I'll be the bird to your bee.

Poetic relationship
One, two, three.
Poetic relationship
Doh, ray, me.